Reborn to be Better_(1)

***Warning, the following work involves the topics on Incest, nonconsensual sex, bondage, and mental conditioning. All Participants are over the age of 18, and this work is a complete work of fiction and has no basis in reality for any persons.****

Jason Fremont calmly sipped his beer. Bouncing his foot casually he flipped through the TV, looking for something to watch, not really interested in watching anything, just trying to find a way to kill time. Glancing at his watch he noticed that it was almost 6pm. “Hmm.. going on 4 hours now.” He thought to himself. Flipping off the television, he set the remote on the living room stand and started heading to the basement, whistling a tune as he went.

Opening the basement door, the first thing that he noticed, or that anyone could notice was the smell. Sex. It was everywhere, and as he started walking downstairs to his room, the smell only got stronger. Through his bedroom door, he saw her writhing on the bench she was tied to.

Her legs were tied to the bench, splinted straight, with rope pulling down on her chest and forcing her to bend almost all the way over. Her arms were tied to the ceiling and pulled back above her head, with her hair tied up in rope to force her head facing straight ahead.

He was happy to see that she made no motion to acknowledge him when he entered, and how could she? She was blindfolded, and had noise canceling headphones around her hears blaring his own personal music mix. He kept sipping his beer as he watched her writhe, he knew she was tired, probably exhausted from the dildos in her pussy and ass working non-stop for 4 hours, but he knew she had a long, long road ahead of her before she was finished with her special “Training”.

He was still astounded that everything had managed to come together to lead him do this. At 5’4”, 118lbs, she was a perfect specimen. Her tight, toned body, juicy ass and D sized tits, she was the absolute personification of sex appeal, and after her “training” was complete, she would be his personal sex slave, devoted to him absolutely and completely.

Drinking her in, and basking in her sweet Torture, in her impending rebirth, he stood up and started walking out of the room, turning off the light. Taking one last look at her, he started to close the door behind him and said over his shoulder, “See you in a few hours little sis! time to get your second training station ready.” And with that, Adriana Fremont was once again, closed into sex filled darkness.

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12 Hours Before

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6:00 AM – Jason had just finished sound proofing his basement the night before, a precaution his mother demanded he take before he started practicing his guitar again. Coming upstairs, he was tired, he’d worked all the night through so he could get back to making music, his one true passion. As he came upstairs, his bitch twin sister Adriana was just coming in from her run and ran her shoulder into him just as he topped the landing of the stairs.

He had to catch the door frame to stop from falling and breaking his neck, and his sister just scoffed and said “Watch where you’re going, dick!”

“You almost broke my neck you stupid bitch!” he yelled back.

“Jason!” he heard his mother yell from down the hall, “I’ve told you to watch your language! That’s no way to talk to your sister! You two are twins, you’re supposed to get along!”

Jason ignored her droning, knowing she was just going to keep harping at how his sister was perfect and how he needed to treat her nicer. He started looking around for some breakfast, looking for the bagels that he’d bought a few days ago and saw them missing, after checking the rest of the cabinets he turned to ask his sister if she’d seen them and saw she was eating one.

The last one. With the empty bag sitting right next to her on the table. Adriana looked up at him and sneered, knowing just how to get under his skin.